Happiness In Reverse

The accused, Donald Maudsley, is an ordinary enough fellow as regards appearances. A little beard, rather beaky nose, fair hair tied back in a short pony tail. Of average height, or under. A melancholy man, but not unintelligent. An old Oriel man, in fact.
He has a way of telling his story in the third person, which I found rather irritating at first. It becomes evident that he suffers from dissociation of personality.
A transcript of his deposition runs as follows:
After gaining his degree, this little man, by name Donald Maudsley, went into Earth Sciences. He attended the Brazil Conference, after which he disappeared into the wilds of South America. This is the essence of his story.
From the archives
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1992
Jesus’ Son
Everything down there but the curtain was red. it was like a movie of something that was actually happening. black pimps in fur coats. the women were blank, shining areas with photographs of sad girls floating in them. "i'll just take your money and go upstairs," somebody said to me.

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Jesus’ Son

Everything down there but the curtain was red. it was like a movie of something that was actually happening. black pimps in fur coats. the women were blank, shining areas with photographs of sad girls floating in them. "i'll just take your money and go upstairs," somebody said to me.

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